A word of warning I don't know really know where this one is going. This was one of those ideas that wouldn't leave me alone till I wrote it down, so don't expect it to be well thought out. I'm not crazy about the title either so let me know what you guys think about it. I'm open to suggestions for a new title.

Working at Wall 2 Wall mart wasn't Timmy's first choice but he realized that he had to start somewhere. Much to his surprise Timmy's parents began to pressure him into getting a job a few weeks back which was odd since they were so aloof about parenting most times. Though he was resistant to the idea at first Timmy was slowly won over by Cosmo and Wanda who as always echoed the sentiment of his biological parents.

"Come on sport it'll be fun."

Looking at the pink haired fairy in disbelief Timmy responded "No, it won't!"

"Okay, no it won't be fun but it will teach you about responsibility and besides with a job and a source of income people will be less suspicious about how you keep getting new and expensive things all the time."

Cosmo poofed into existence above Timmy's head and spoke in support of Wanda "she's right you know. Even I wouldn't buy that I got it off the internet excuse forever."

Two weeks later Timmy found himself standing amongst the endless aisles inside the Dimmsdale Wall 2 Wall mart. The blue vest he was supposed to wear made him feel like a dork, but the three other trainees he was standing next to also had on their dumb blue vests too so he felt less out of place. A man with a name tag that read Mike stood in front of Timmy and the other new employees. As far as Timmy could gather Mike was the manager of the whole store.

"All right new people I would like to show you guys around myself, but I'm really busy at the moment so I'm going to hand off your orientation to your new supervisor Vicky."

The name immediately stuck out to Timmy whose head began to swim with worst case scenarios. What if it was the Vicky, the girl who had terrorized him during a good chunk of his childhood. Timmy had once wished for psychic powers but he wouldn't need them to predict that having Vicky as a boss would be a nightmare.

Timmy took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He was getting ahead of himself, all mike had said was that their supervisor was named Vicky. There was nothing to suggest that it was the Vicky that had "babysat" him for years. Surely in an English speaking nation as large as the United States there had to be millions of women named Victoria.

Somewhat reassured Timmy stood his ground wand waited with his fellow new employees. That is until his eyes were drawn to movement to his right. Someone was approaching Timmy and the others. Looking down the massive aisle, Timmy saw her. All it took was one glimpse of red hair tied into a ponytail to tell him his worst fear had been realized. Vicky was his new boss.

"Fuck, you have to be kidding me." Timmy found himself thinking out loud as he watched Vicky move ever closer to the group. One of Timmy's fellow newbies picked up on the agitation in Timmy's voice and took it upon herself to find out why. "What is it?"

Gesturing towards Vicky who was still covering the massive distance of a single aisle in Wall 2 Wall mart Timmy spoke. "You know the Chip Skylark song Icky Vicky?"

"Yeah" the girl answered back.

"That's her."

A look of shock grew on the girls face. "Wait Icky Vicky is a real person?"

"Yep" Timmy answered "and she's even worse in real life." Timmy would have liked to warn all of his fellow new employees but Vicky had gotten close enough that he couldn't speak without her hearing him.

Timmy lowered his head and stared at the floor in a desperate and illogical attempt to keep her from recognizing him. It hadn't occurred to him that he still wore the same pink baseball cap that he always did and that it was a dead giveaway to anyone looking at the top of his head.

"Hey, everyone" That voice, it had been a few years since he had last heard it but he still recognized it. Timmy felt a shiver run through him; Vicky's voice caused the same reaction in him that a gazelle feels when it sees a lion.

"I'm your new boss Vicky but don't worry I'm really a nice person."

Timmy knew this routine; she was giving them the sweet and innocent Vicky. She knew how cute and feminine her voice was and she used it to fool people into letting their guard down, later when the real Vicky showed herself they would be blindsided.

"If you have any questions don't' hesitate to ask me, I'm here to help…" she stopped speaking, Timmy knew this could be bad, she might recognize him.

"Timmy?" Timmy couldn't help but scream "shit!" in his head.

"Timmy Turner is that you?" There wasn't any point in hiding anymore; Timmy raised his head up to face her. "Oh, my gosh it is you!" she shouted as she walked over to him and wrapped him in hug that was way too tight to be pleasant. Releasing him from the hug but not letting go of him, Vicky dragged him with her so that he was facing all the other new people.

"Everyone, I would like you to meet Timmy, I babysat him till he was twelve." Timmy felt his face tint red with embarrassment as the other new employees looked at him.

"Isn't he cute?" Vicky asked as she pulled on his right cheek like his grandmother.

This time Timmy could hear a chuckle or two from his fellow new people. "It's been so long since I last saw you Timmy. How old are you now?"

"Sixteen" grumbled Timmy who was clearly less than thrilled about what she was doing.

"Wow it's really been four years since I last saw you. It's been too long."

"Not in my opinion" muttered Timmy under his breath.

"What was that Timmy?"

"Nothing, I was just saying that you've changed so much too." Vicky gave him a shove in the direction of everyone else after his sarcastic remark and flashed him a smile that Timmy knew could mean only one thing, fuck you too.

Speaking in the same sweet sounding charade she had kept up the whole time; Vicky addressed everyone again.

"All right everyone I'm going to show you the loading dock where we unload all the trucks every morning, but before we head there I've got a special little assignment for Timmy."

Timmy swallowed a lump in his throat; he knew that whatever "assignment" she gave him would be almost guaranteed to be unpleasant. Vicky took out a pen and a little note pad then jotted something down. She folded the little note over twice before she handed it to Timmy. "Deliver this note to the lard department."

Timmy questioned his assigned task. "There's a whole department dedicated to just selling lard?"

"In this store there is. Ok everyone but Timmy follow me."

Timmy, who was all too happy to get away from Vicky turned and walked in the opposite direction, it was only after Vicky and all the others were out of sight that Timmy realized what she had told him to do. He was supposed to find a specific department in a store the size of a small city.

It took Timmy over three hours of systematic searching to find the lard department tucked away in one of the back corners of the store. Not only was just finding the place difficult but Timmy made the agonizing discovery of finding out that the lard department wasn't even open today. Now fully aware that Vicky had sent him on a wild goose chase he opened up the note Vicky had given him.

Dear Twerp, I hope you wasted a few hours of your life before you got smart enough to open this. Looking forward to working with you. Love Vicky.

Timmy wanted to scream at the world in frustration, but slowly gained control with the realization that as far as Vicky pranks go this one was pretty tame. Nevertheless he was sure that she would take it further and further the longer he worked there. Timmy sighed in disbelief, four years ago when Timmy's parents decided that he was too old for a babysitter had been one of the happiest days of his life. He truly believed that he would never have to see Vicky again. Now that dream had been destroyed and Timmy was becoming increasingly resentful of his first job.